As Qian Xiao'an woke up, it was already the third watch at this time, and the moon was still shining its light as usual.

And he was a little an, but he couldn't sleep anymore.

Absentmindedly pushed open the door, the misty moonlight sprinkled his eyes, but in this beautiful night, Qian Xiao'an was a little restless.

It was like there was something very, very important that he had to do, but he couldn't do anything about it.

Qian Xiaoan even felt that that strange dream also appeared because he desperately wanted to grab something.

Of course all this is his feeling, there is no evidence.

Qian Xiao'an gently climbed onto the roof, silently looking at the bright moonlight, the moonlight sprinkled on his face, illuminating everything in him, but not illuminating his eyes.

That very night, under the moonlight, he was in a daze, accompanied by the moon, until the morning sun rose, and his hair was already hung with dew.

A red-dyed cloud slowly drifted across the sky, and Qian Xiao'an suddenly felt a little sad.

At this time, the young man, he didn't know that on this day, his wolf mother, his home, had begun to be full of corpses, a large number of trees had fallen, the whole forest, full of corpses of demonic beasts, more people, their blood mixed together, blood stained all the way, merged into a stream, in the sun, shining red light, strange and sad.

Asa Xiaoan's life is still peaceful.

He actually stays at home most of the time, and occasionally finds time to meet Wang Xiaojin, and the way of meeting is naturally varied. His cultivation is still not in a hurry, that is, a stable batch. He also began to look for the ordinary in his dreams at night, and every day was the same...... It's just that my head doesn't hurt so much when I wake up.

Day after day, more than ten days passed.

This kind of life has been lived until a letter comes, and it is finally broken.

This is a letter from the distant Monster Forest.

The reason why Qian Xiaoan is very close to him is because when he was a child, when he was very young, every time the sky was cold, Xiao Hei spread his wings and covered him under him, blocking the endless cold wind and freezing air outside the cave.

At that time, his mother was still busy guarding her territory and recruiting demons everywhere. At that time, Xiao Qing was in charge of his food, and Xiao Hei was responsible for safety, but later Xiao Qing was promoted to the eighth order, which was even more powerful than Xiao Hei who protected him, and he was already able to ignore the cold around him, so he followed his mother Qian Yunyue to fight, and rarely met again after that.

Xiao Hei is still the same Xiao Hei, but there is a lot of blood on his body, Xiao Hei handed Qian Xiao'an an an envelope, and then looked at Xiao Xiao'an's eyes.

Qian Xiao'an can't talk directly to Warcraft, but as long as he looks at him, Qianxiao An and Warcraft can communicate at will, which is something that the whole Warcraft Mountain knows.

In fact, this ability has appeared in the human world in the north, where someone has established a Royal Beast Sect, according to the records of the sect's classics, the sect has appeared a genius in the sky, and the monster is naturally extremely close, only by the mind can give simple instructions to the beast, this person later gathered a group of monsters, almost wiped out a country.

In fact, it is the same as Qianxiao'an, but like Qianxiao'an, a way of communication that can communicate with one eye without hindrance, such a talent, it is equivalent to a legend, and there is no one before.

Shallow Xiaoan reached out and picked up the envelope, but he didn't look up to ask Xiao Hei anything, in his impression of more than ten years, there is no demon who can write human words in the Warcraft Forest, and he can't even speak human words when he comes out, let alone write human words.

And now an envelope with words on it appeared in front of him.